eskew to the pews of life
Distorted thoughts of who is right
What is day & what is night.
How did these words come to write.
lost in a yet unknown transit,
timid to the facts, tender to the theory
blind to the faith. Brain bound weary.
Partially Un-chosen amongst two sides,
I'd rather believe facts over a thing potentially lies
here in lies the problem, how are we alive?
But vastly bigger, how will we survive?
declined lives of better living
withheld opportunity,we wither and we die -
try to stand, we're sat, we hurt and we cry
Will we die with lost pride & no dignity inside,
& Will we die uncertain of how life derived?
please excuse the blunt words scribed
I just wanna know how and why before life subsides.
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 10:21 AM UTC
eskew to the pews of life
Distorted thoughts of who is right
What is day & what is night.
How did these words come to write.
lost in a yet unknown transit,
timid to the facts, tender to the theory
blind to the faith. Brain bound weary.
Partially Un-chosen amongst two sides,
I'd rather believe facts over a thing potentially lies
here in lies the problem, how are we alive?
But vastly bigger, how will we survive?
declined lives of better living
withheld opportunity,we wither and we die -
try to stand, we're sat, we hurt and we cry
Will we die with lost pride & no dignity inside,
& Will we die uncertain of how life derived?
please excuse the blunt words scribed
I just wanna know how and why before life subsides.
(c) dlo 2011
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